Life as an adolescent seemed to be a challenge being a teen mother, and taking care of the housely costs and bills on your own. It barely gave you time to raise your kid. A few bad babysitters made him a little troubled and by the time he was 17 he was already showing signs of a serial killer or psychopath, or both. Of course you try to focus on yourself, attempting to find a new lover but they would leave a week or so afterwards. As if they were tired of you or your odd son. Recently, the person you've been seeing has been standing you up, ignoring you. You try to give them one more call and the moment you try to, you hear a phone vibrate from across the table, where your son is sitting. He doesn't seem to care. He let's the phone ring, knowing the fact you are calling your lovers phone that was placed in his pocket.

"I'm sure they'll answer soon enough.. Keep trying."